to lick your wounds

Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red.

Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache.

Gemini: Your eyes twinkle with mischief, what are you thinking about? That’s what I always wonder, the curve of your mouth always makes me suspect. I love your mind, I think that’s my favourite thing of yours, you tell me so much I cannot help but wonder the things you leave unsaid.

Cancer: Lovely eyes filled with unspilled tears, how can you be so wonderful? I’ve always said that, people who can feel so much have the capacity to be the kindest. How have you not broken yet? I think I can admire that. Sensitive, emotional, I dream of you. Your heart reminds me of an endless sea, so much you leave undiscovered.

Leo: It’s enamouring, how full of life you are - your soul could rival the sun, it’s as if you shimmer with the promise of eternal bliss. Perhaps that’s why you so easily win the hearts of all; so golden and glamorous. I’ve always said your gaze held the most wonderful of stars, even now I can still count them; youthful and shining. I think it might be impossible to ever fully hate you, your warmth is far too compelling.

Virgo: I find it odd that you can’t see your beauty, it’s always been so obvious to me. Why must you be so harsh to yourself? Especially when you’re so obviously perfect. I think it’s your innocence that draws me in most, always so pure and lovely; like the sweetest rose. I wish I could win your heart, but I know I’m undeserving. Yet there’s a gentleness in you I can’t help but have.

Libra: Ah, Aphrodite’s purest creation - how could you not adore such a thing? There’s a sweet nostalgia of love about you that makes my heart ache; as if I miss a love I never had. I think your nativity is what makes you so pure amongst the rest of us. There’s an underlying softness to everything you do.

Scorpio: I don’t think there are enough words to describe you, your depths are unfathomable. I think here lies the true meaning of profound. There’s a frustrating beauty in you I can’t seem to point out, perhaps it’s because it’s so buried. You are kind, so very kind, I don’t understand where people see your darkness. Or perhaps I do. I think it’s in your eyes, how dark they seem even when you smile. They’re the eyes of someone who has seen tragedies, yet you arose from them with a certain light and grace that can’t help but seem lovely.

Sagittarius: An adventurer, a wandering soul always searching for its next quest - you’ve danced with the sun and conversed with the stars. The universe knows you better than you know yourself. You are wild and brimming with the promises of life, so much too see, so much to learn! There is truly nothing more lovely than the life of one who experiences, I see the whole world when I’m with you.

Capricorn: Cold eyes and shy smiles, I know you’re gentler than you believe. Your stars are least private in December, perhaps that’s why it’s my favourite month. I admire your patience the most, it brings peace to my fiery spirit. It’s funny, how unemotional you portray yourself - your soul warming smile contradicts that in every way, it’s unexpected yet not at all surprising.

Aquarius: The ruler of rebellion, invention and revolution - it’s as if you shake the world awake. Your mind is the strangest place I love to be in, show me all your thoughts; especially the ones you’d never think of sharing. A lover and a loner, detached yet still connected, you always leave me wondering.

Pisces: The moon tells me tales of your heart every month when she’s full and shining, I wonder how it hasn’t burst yet. She tells me there’s a beautiful idealism to you, I don’t think there’s a single dream you haven’t dreamt. I think it’s beautiful, how such a pure soul can exist. My heart aches when I hear the stars whisper soft words of comfort you every night you disappear into yourself; licking wounds and drowning in sorrows - your sensitivity is what’s most raw. I hope one day you can find your heart.

—  My Thoughts On The Signs
Thoughts About The Signs

Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red.

Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache.

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Territory (Dogboy Hybrid AU) | Taehyung x You

Rated: M 

Warning: Graphic hybrid smut. Please don’t read this if you’re not into it because I don’t want to scar you

Summary: Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.

Note: Ah, okay, so this is my first time ever writing about Hybrids and stuff like that, so please bear with me. The idea came to mind while I was surfing the interwebz, so I just thought I’d write it up. What a thing to be my first post lol, but oh well.. Idgaf. I’m pretty much uneducated on “Dogboys” but I’m giving it my best shot.. HUZZAH!!~ 

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You were driving him insane. The intoxicating scent of you calling out to him, begging for him to mount you and claim you as his own before any other male could get to you. It was hard to fight his natural instincts, but he knew better than to force you into anything and you had told him you didn’t feel well, stating you had ‘cramps’ or something along those lines. But your body was crying out for him to dominate you, your body needed him, he could sense it, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from mounting you whenever he was in your presence. And that was quite a lot.

It was already hard enough not to mount you, so he really couldn’t help his need to follow you around everywhere, his possessive nature having to make sure no other male could get near you, his precious bitch. Just the thought of it made the hair on the back of his neck raise, his hands clench into fists and a snarl appear on his lips, slightly revealing his canines hid beneath. 

He was in no mood to be tested today in particular. He could sense you were at your peak of ovulation, which was when it was most hard for him to suppress his feral desires. It was so strange to him how humans were so unaware to what their bodies needed. Couldn’t you sense even a little bit how badly your body was yearning for him? He could only shake his head, perplexed by your utter oblivion. 

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Isn’t it beautiful? All your life you let people in and they break you or burn you and so you let go, lick your wounds, and start again. And on and on this goes until, one day, you meet someone so fantastically unlike all the others, you forget there was anyone else.
—  Beau TaplinT h e  C y c l e  O f  T h e  H e a r t
Good Daddy

Title: Good Daddy

Genre: Smut, daddy!kink, mature content

Characters: Namjoon x Reader

Length: 3249 words

A/n: No amount of holy water can cleanse my soul. I am a beacon of sin. I swear I’m not even a daddy kink kind of girl… I just think about this a lot…

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Namjoon pushed you against the wall without warning, his long fingers digging into your arms harshly. His face came centimeters from yours, his breath coming out hot and panting on your temple.

You still weren’t used to this. The first time it had happened, more fear than lust had risen in you but once he got going, you couldn’t help but bask in his treatment. Now was no different, it started with fear that slowly melted into desire.

His hand was at your jaw pushing your face up to expose your neck to him. He licked a thick strip of it up from your clavicle, ending with a bite at your ear. You whimpered at the attention, your panties beginning to stick to your skin.

“You’re eager today baby.” His voice was low in your ear and it sent shivers down your spine that melted into your core, leaving you throbbing and desperate for friction. He pushed your jaw up harshly when you didn’t answer.

“Yes-s daddy.”

“Tell me baby girl, what do you want daddy to do?”

His grip on your jaw slacked but only slightly as you felt the bruises forming under his fingertips. He brought his mouth right below your ear, sucking at the tender skin with an open mouth, his tongue painting over your skin. You withered beneath his hold, his body towering over you and closing you in, that with the combination of his tongue’s soft rhythm had you soaking and dying to be touched.

“Come on baby. If you don’t answer me I’m going to have to punish you.”

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Fire in your blood | SLBP {Inuchiyo}

A/N: I am sorry for all the Toshiie spam I think this will get it out of my system. This is SFW, barely for now. It’s also not very long but JUST long enough to justify a read more.

Inuchiyo had won.

You were…well frankly, you were still attempting to process that information it was so surprising. It seemed improbable. Impossible.

It’s not that he wasn’t smart, or wasn’t strong; you knew quite intimately he was completely capable of great feats, it was just, well, he didn’t always think things through, you supposed. And with the slippery, inscrutable Lord Ieyasu, and the bookishly brilliant Lord Mitsunari, and the ever-cheerfully-calm Lord Hideyoshi all in the same competition Lord Nobunaga had set to his retainers, full of tricky puzzles and twists, it just seemed…surprising that the master of them all had ended up being your childhood friend. The same one who charged blindly into battle by himself, solving riddles and scaling cliffs. Well, that last one, at least, you could believe, but overall—“I can’t believe you won, Inuchiyo.”

Profound annoyance flashed across his features, which had already been drawn into an irritated frown. “The hell do you mean by that?” Oops. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but before you could murmur a mostly-meant apology, the annoyed eyes flickered closed, a sigh relaxing shoulders that were clearly tired from the trial they’d endured. “Like I’d lose, idiot.” He was mumbling around a bandage between his lips as he bit off the edge of a it, tearing it from the tie, and automatically your hands reached out to take it from him as he continued, “Did you forget what the prize was?”

Right.

Your cheeks seared with a dizzy flip of your gut. You were the prize Lord Nobunaga had offered.

Or more specifically, a place in your bedding.

Your hands froze over the bandage you’d taken from Toshiie, suddenly acutely aware of the heat from his skin and the pound of your heart. It struck you, not for the first time, that they were something to look at, his shoulders.

You remembered the thin, jutted shape of their childhood, a memory only now, but vivid in your thoughts, squared and determined, always between you and even the perception of danger. They weren’t thin, anymore. But they still protected you. Your fingers moved again, slowly, mindlessly tracing the shape of the muscle beneath the bandage, hard and solid as stone, encased in warm, slick silk.

A sudden flick of fingers against your forehead startled you. He was looking at you, troubled, tired smile on his lips. “Don’t look like that.” Guiltily, you started, had he noticed? But he was mumbling, looking away from you already with his head sulkily on one hand and hurriedly you went back to bandaging, blindly reaching for the warm washcloth he’d been using a moment ago. “I wasn’t going to let anyone do anything, and I’m not gonna do nothing to you either.”

The sudden, searing keen of your heart puzzled you for a moment, until you identified precisely what the emotion was that you felt so keenly and abruptly.

Oh.

You were viciously disappointed.

That was…interesting, wasn’t it?

You found yourself unable to blink, suddenly, hands mechanically, gently wiping the myriad of fresh cuts and reaching for another bandage, even as your eyes trailed down from shoulders to his chest, and lower. Your lips felt dry, and you ran your tongue over them in a quick, nervous dart. The sumptuous, sprawling room the Lord of Fools had locked you both in felt too warm and too small. You heard your voice, and were shocked by the low, breathlessness of it, “Why not?” Your fingers stilled, and you leaned forward, rising to your knees, palm pressing against where your hand had paused, and marveled at the sudden, thundering pace of the heart below where it rested.

“Ah—why, wha—”

The sudden, total scatter of his thoughts, was endearing. Adorable. You lifted your other hand to rest on his neck,tapping your nails against the pulse you found there too, resting your palm against it and feeling daring and beautiful in his eyes, flickering in the lantern light. You were reflected there, only you, as they swam from shock to unmistakable, lingering want. You realized you had seen it before, in his eyes, but you hadn’t noticed until it was in your own stare. He jerked away from your hands and, heart sinking a bit, you let them fall in your lap, settling back onto your knees.

“You know why.” He bit off the words, and you adored the blush scattered over his cheeks. Oh, Inuchiyo. It was obvious to you at last, and you felt silly and warm and safe, and it was your turn to look away, glancing down briefly as you blinked away the warmth suddenly behind your eyes.

The shoulders you had been watching so close were tense now, jumpy. The lantern cast curious shadows across his skin, stretched in scarred stories over a shape you knew but had never seen quite in this light. Suddenly nervous, you dabbed the bandage in sake, and brought it to your lips, licking away the extra drops.

It tasted like fire.

The movement caught his gaze, and, fascinated, you watched his eyes darken to an unrecognizably deep color. That was…that was interesting, wasn’t it? You wanted to try it again, but opted for something else. The fire was in your blood already, crackling and quiet, like a spark not yet fanned free. “Let me,” breathless, you leaned in, too close you knew, but he didn’t flinch, merely froze as your wrapped your hand around him, using it to guide the soaked bandage around a wound he’d earned for your sake. You couldn’t quite reach all the way around him from where you were, and you watched the shadows dance once, twice, and then hiked your skirts and slid across his lap, straddling him to tug the bandage tight.

“Hey, what are you—”

You let your hands stop at last, tying and tucking the ends. You stared at your handiwork, letting your fingers pause above other scars, and wondered if this too would leave one.

If you would leave one.

You couldn’t seem to catch your breath, even as you watched his chest rise and fall in labored surprise. Your hands splayed, feeling the warmth of him. “Inuchiyo…” No, you shook your head, “Toshiie…”

“Ye…yeah?” He sounded dazed, drunk, though uncharacteristically, he hadn’t let a drop pass his lips after his win had been announced.

His heart beat under your hands, and yours was in his though he had no way to know it, yet. You were quiet, for a moment, and then felt his hands come to rest on your hips, as thought to lift you off, and you curled your fingers and yanked your head up to meet his darkened stare. “I think…you should claim your prize.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you do a hoseok mermaid au please? I just really find that concept real cute :)) and and i just wanna say i love your bloggg !

really felt like writing some hoseok,,,,so here you go!!!

  • is a merman,,,,but his lower part is smooth and not scaley,,,it’s more similar to a shark than to a fish 
  • he has double fins near his hips and some scars around them because he’s always trying to get up close to new coral and new fish that he hasn’t seen before and his friends jin and yoongi always tell him to watch himself,,,,,but hoseok kind of lives for adventure and never listens so,,,
  • his skin is a golden tan but once you get to the gills near his neck it turns slightly blue like his tail with small speckles running from below his jaw up into his cheekbones
  • wears shark teeth earrings that taehyung made him
  • when he smiles it’s like ,,,,,,there’s sunshine underwater????? rumor has it it reflects up into the sky???
  • but also when he smiles u can see that some of his teeth are super duper sharp compared to a normal mermaids 
  • you actually work at a small seaside cafe during the summers that sits right on the boardwalk to the ocean
  • and on some mornings the owners trust u with opening up the place but,,,,that’s like super early around 5am,,,,,and some people are out mostly those who jog on the boardwalk and all that
  • but the beach is practically vacant but one day ur sure u can see the figure of someone sitting in the rocks close to underneath one of the boardwalks bridges
  • and u think,,,,,for a moment,,,,,that u have to be hallucinating,,,or maybe the person ur seeing spent the night there????
  • worried u grab some food from the cafe,,,,and head out to see if the person might be hungry in case they’re homeless or something
  • but as ur climbing over the sharp rocks you accidentally scrape your arm which somehow makes the boy a couple yards away react 
  • (maybe it has something to do with a sharks keen sense of smell,,,esp for blood)
  • but he turns and for a moment u just freeze because,,,,he’s too far to hear u??? right??? but u wave awkwardly either way,,,wincing when u realize ur hand has started to bleed 
  • but you just clutch your fingers into a fist and try to make ur way over and the boy,,,,,once ur only three feet away,,,,is still looking at your hand
  • and u notice how handsome he is,,,,but theres some kind of discoloration in his face,,,,and u see something that looks like fins on his neck and ur like wha-
  • but he reaches out before u can say anything and takes ur hand thats still in a fist, gently prying it open and then?????? bringing it to his lips
  • and ur like ?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?1? UM but when he pulls back he smiles and u see his teeth and ur like even more confused but he just keeps grinning and goes
  • “u should wrap the cut with seaweed, it’ll stop ur bleeding” and ur like caught between being at a loss for words because did this stranger lick your wound? why does he have gills? his eyes are such a pretty sparkling brown? what is going on?
  • and hoseok suddenly splashes his tail which diverts ur attention and ur like OH MY GOD MERMAID 
  • and hoseok bursts into laughter and is like “yep!!! sometimes people say sharkmaid,,,,sharkman,,,,but yeah!! my names hoseok by the way!!”
  • and he sticks his hand out like it’s the mOST casuaL Thing
  • but the only words u can blurt out are “people know about you?” and hoseok blinks a bit and laughs again and is like “not really!!!! but i realized u were hurt so i couldnt just slip away into the water.” 
  • his smile settles on his face again and ur still standing there pretty sure ur in bed dreaming rn
  • when hoseok points at the bag and is like “for me???” and ur like “y-y-yeah but it’s a- a- -t–tuna–tuna- s-sand-sandwhich i-so-sorry-didn’t know-kn -know u wer-e a m-mermaid-shark-sharkmaid-mer—me–merma”
  • and hoseok seems a little shocked by your shaking voice and he takes the bag anyway and thanks u and asks if u wanna sit beside him he’s going to leave soon since people are going to start coming out but since u already know he’s here ^^
  • and u do,,,knees basically giving out because ur still looking at him like this- what-
  • and up close u can see his gills better and the long,,,blue fins near his waist and where his ears should be,,,the shark teeth swaying from them every time he tilts his head to give u a smile
  • and u dont know what to even ask or say all u can think of is “are u,,,,a prince?? like in little mermaid she’s a princess so-” and this cracks hoseok up again
  • and he’s like no no im normal,,,,just like you
  • and you’re like no no no u have a.,,,,,,tail,,,,,,,,a shark tail,,,,,,i just have legs
  • and hoseok is like this is true but hey we both have eyes and a nose and look ur cute!!! i cute too!!!
  • and ur like kjsdhfgfds oh,,,,yes,,,u are cute,,,,,but im n-
  • and hoseok puts his finger to ur lips and is like “nope! ur cute. ive seen some humans before,,,,,none as cute as you”
  • and the compliment makes u flush and u look down at the water 
  • and hoseok thinks to himself that are all humans this shy,,,,,it’s even more endearing than he thought,,,,
  • when suddenly a boats horn passes by and hoseok slips into the water off the rocks and it startles u
  • but he pocks his head up above the water and is like “thanks for the,,,,,,sandwich u said??? i liked meeting u!!! let’s see each other again!!”
  • and u get up and lean over a bit so u can be closer to hear him
  • when hoseok takes off his earring and outstretches his hand to u and is like “here!! so u can remember me cute human!!”
  • and with that he smiles one last time,,,,the sharp teeth don’t even bother u because u feel like that smile ,,,,,is somehow the warmest smile u have ever seen 
  • and disappears into the ocean
  • and u stand there,,,,holding the shark tooth earring,,,,wondering if ull see him again,,,,,,,,,,,or if ur seriously still dreaming 
Open Ending | R.M.

 imagine requested by @ladyannikki

Summary: In which you get paired up for a project with Reggie friggin’ Mantle, and you just so happen to witness the duration & the aftermath of the scene in 1x02

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a super daddy!kink namjoon fanfic pls! Like the reader (gf) didn't text him or some shit like that so he doesn't touch or anything to punish her But she ends up masturbating to porn and he catches her "punishes" her ( ^^ sorry)

This rude fucker here like just ugh. ugh. HERE YA GOOOO ANON

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Namjoon pursued his lips looking at his phone for what seemed like the hundred time that day. You were suppose to call him, text him, any fucking thing to let him know when you had arrived to your friends house. You told him you were going for a girls night out. Which he understood he couldn’t expect you to always be under him in the house 24/7 but what he didn’t expect was you to completely ignore him and not tell him anything. What if you were hurt? Dead? He knew he was overreacting a little bit but he set rules for a reason and he knew that you had guy friends who were going to be there. He trusted you but not them, and he would kill anyone that put hands on what belonged to him.  With a frustrated huff Namjoon went to his room slamming the door shut laying to sleep. 

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As soon as the door opened he was on the couch waiting for you to come into the front room. You stilled a bit dropping your bags on the floor smiling widely as if nothing was wrong. “Hi daddy!” 

“Shut up.” He growled eyes dark, bags under his eyes and you frowned wondering why he was being so harsh.

“What’s your problem?!” You asked him walking towards him slowly.

“My problem?!” He growled standing up towering over you. “You were supposed to fucking call me last night! And you didn’t you didn’t say shit nor inform me! I thought I could sleep but all I could do is think of my baby girl and what she was doing. So don’t come in here asking my damn problem when you disobeyed my rules. I do not ask for much, just a little but if it is too much for you then pack your shit and leave because I refuse to have someone who can’t even fucking follow directions.” Namjoon snarled, his veins popping out of his neck as he stormed to the room. His words hurt you, made your eyes water as tears feel down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to not follow orders, you were just having fun and you forgot and when you remembered you figured he was sleeping. Tired and groggy you grabbed your stuff going to your room, knowing he didn’t want to be bothered with you.

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For a month it was complete hell, Namjoon had forgiven you but he was still pissed at you. He didn’t even let you kiss him for too long before he was walking away from you. You hated it, you were beyond sexually frustrated and you felt your pussy getting tighter with each passing day. Namjoon did shit on purpose too, just to piss you off. Walking around without a shirt. Letting his pants hang low on his waist as he sat beside you. And you heard him at night not even needing porn, but playing the tapes of you two fucking jerking himself off hard until he was ruining his sheets.

One day, while he was gone you sneaked into his room finding the sex tapes between the two of you, already being naked from taken a shower as you laid on the bed spreading your legs. You had gotten a rotating dildo to help you relieve yourself shoving it deep inside of your pussy to stretch you back out as the scenes on the screen in front of you showed Namjoon pounding into you against the wall. The way his hips lifted you up and down always did wonders, because he knew to spots to hit to get you wound up. Your mind wandered as you licked your lips thrusting the toy in and out of yourself faster, your release becoming much closer since it had been so long since you had anything. It was easier for you to cum. Almost, you were /almost/ there. 

“Having fun baby girl?” You damn near jumped out of your skin, with widen eyes looking towards the door. Namjoon wore a dark expression, shirt and pants already shed as he leaned against the door frame. He watched you eyes raking every where as he tsked to himself shaking his head. And you could slowly feel your orgasm dying down. 

“I suppose it’s been long enough, but you knew not to fucking play with yourself with me. Always breaking rules. I guess I can punish and fuck you.” Namjoon smirked to himself, watching as you laid still for him. He went and grabbed a pair of handcuffs lifting your hands above your head flipping you on your stomach. He leaned over you moaning in your ear as he grabbed the toy pushing it in and out of your pussy in a fast motion the wet sounds of the toy fucking you causing his erection to harden and precum to streak against his boxers. Fuck he missed you, and the way you moaned and shook under him made him want to tear you apart. As soon as your back arched he was yanking to toy from you sucking off your juices watching as you protested from not cumming. 

“Y/n I bet you’ll obey me next time.” He warned before going to his closet. He got out a few things before walking downstairs and coming back to place a bucket of ice on his night stand with a water bottle on top of it. He grabbed it pressing it against your pulse point to let your orgasm and arousal die down. After a few minutes he was taking it from you to place it back on ice before he grabbed a sleek purple vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. He slipped it inside of your pussy as well as lubing up some weighted balls that were big slipping one inside of your ass letting the other hang. “You know how this goes, if you don’t squeeze around this and hold it in, it’ll fall out. Hold it in or I will not let you cum, for the next two months.” He threatened before getting off the bed grabbing his belt from his pants on the ground. 

You were in complete hell, your body trembled, your nipples were hard and to perky from how he was treating you. You felt so full with the weighted items inside of you, and you had to squeeze around both but it caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside of your pussy pressing against your spot, to make matters worse Namjoon came up behind you to spread your legs on the bed the only thing holding your upper body was the damn handcuffs and they dug into your skin from how hard you tugged to have them off. But it was all in vain, he was in control and he loved every bit of it. 

Namjoon gripped his belt, and started to give you hits to the ass and you didn’t need him to tell you what else to do. “One.. Two!” You started to count out as he spanked you with his belt, causing your ass to feel on fire as he created whelps on your ass from the belt. He watched your ass jiggle groaning as he leaned down to turn the settings on high one hand coming up to play with your breast as the other spanked your ass, he made each hit harder and made sure to angle his wrist different ways so that he didn’t mark just one spot. He looked down at your body trembling under him, your juices slipping onto the bed as your eyes brimmed with tears. 

“Aww baby.. Don’t cry..” He feigned concerned as he pulled away from you. Namjoon opened a bottle of alcohol and after go a silver bullet pressing it on your clit causing more stimulation to your already throbbing pussy as he poured the alcohol onto the whelps causing screams of pain to fill the room, he watched the lines from his hits outline your skin in a frenzy of designs and he smirked proud of his works. “Almost.” He called out before he took the bullet from your clit and he turned the vibrator off but left it inside of you. 

He went into the bathroom and grabbed a candle from under the counter before he grabbed a lighter letting it get hot walking back to you, Your body was going limp and he knew soon, your knees would give out. He sat the candle down before he slid the weighted ball from your ass only to replace it with a crystal clear butt plug that was way thicker than the balls. Another scream ripped from your throat and he spread your legs even wider going under to pull the small vibrator from your pussy using his tongue to flick and suck up the wetness from your sensitive pussy. He pulled back licking his lips before he got out another dildo with a butterfly on it. He pressed it into you, letting it turn on to fuck your insides while the butterfly bobbed up and down against your clit to tickle it. 

“FUCKING HELL PLEASE! I’M SORRY NAMJOON! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” You sobbed weakly. He kept building you up to tear you down and you couldn’t handle the tug of war with him. You were a mess crying and shaking only wanting a release and your pussy was so sensitive anything near it set you off. You looked at him watching that shit eating grin appear on his face as he grabbed the wax. 

“You’ll behave from now on. I’m sure.” He purred letting the wax fall on your back. Your cries fueled him, it brought the monster out of him, and made him want to own you. He first let it fall down both of your legs and traced wax on your arms, before he was spelling his first and last name down your back using almost all of the candles. He watched as you shook with pain and pleasure under him setting the candle down and blowing it out. He let the wax cool letting his finger press the butterfly hard against your pussy before he pulled away making sure it was cool before he grabbed a whip that he had under his bed. He brought it up against your legs first, breaking the wax there up causing more whimpers to fill his ears, he was too far gone now not even worrying if he was going overboard or not. 

He let all of the wax break and fall from your skin before he went to your arms to break the wax there. Lastly he was at your back whipping you painting your skin with more pretty marks and finally you gave in falling against the bed as your knees gave out. He hummed surprised with his work finishing cracking the wax. He next grabbed ice tracing it over your wounds to soothe them and hear more cries from you. 

You closed your eyes, trying to hold on a bit more, but the mixing of the pain and pleasure as well as the heat had you about to pass out. He was ruining you, your tears soaked the sheets, your orgasm was back at full blast wanting to release and as you expected he cut the dildo pulling it from you but still you hoped that he would let you cum. It was in vain. Always. He shoved the dildo in your mouth watching you choke as he face fucked you pulling the butt plug from your ass slowly. He lifted your hips before shoving his boxers down to his knees grinding his dick up and down your sore slit. You were done, your limbs were jelly, he had to hold you up because you were too weak. 

Namjoon slammed into you, filling you up in one go. He didn’t even let you adjust since you had, had so many toys inside of you he felt you were stretched enough. He started to relentlessly plow into your pussy pushing his hips hard against yours with brutal force as if he was seeing if he could break you. His name mixed with daddy fell from your lips and he loved it, hearing the weakness there how you gave into him. It made him pulse inside your pussy. He knew you were close but like a good girl you would hold out for him. So he gripped your hair tangling his fingers into the strands to yank your head back crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and rough manner. 

His free hand moving to rub your clit as he let you fall back against the mattress his hips fucking yours into the bed. He pinned you under him with his hips, grinding his at a fast pace to keep the drill going wanting you to release. His tongue shoved down your throat while he let you taste the faint remains of yourself on his tongue. Namjoon growled feeling you squeeze around him, your clit was throbbing, he felt your orgasm clenching into your stomach. 

You writhed under him against the sheets trying to keep up with his kisses. Your mind was blank and the only think you chanted was yes and more. You spread your weak legs wider as they started to tingle, your orgasm starting a slow fire inside of you. 

“Cum baby. Soak my dick.” Namjoon grunted as he pulled away from your lips to moan against your ear. He licked the shell of your ear biting and nipping on it before he went to your neck sucking on his mark on your skin as you nodded giving into him. 

“DADDY!” Was all you had the strength to scream out as your orgasm took over your limbs. You cummed on his dick not even arching your back but dropping your head forward in tiredness. Namjoon continued fucking you like a rag doll grunting and growling until he was cumming inside of your pussy stilling his hips. He shuddered as he released long thick ropes inside of you making sure it was all out before he slowly pulled out. Namjoon uncuffed you after awhile seeing that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. 

In a blur you watched things as Namjoon cleaned up the space around you, you heard the running of water, the smelling of lavender and then you felt the water on your skin as you were getting cleaned. You could barely keep your eyes open and everything screamed, every limb burned but you let Namjoon take care of you. Once you were clean he dried you off and laid you naked on the bed. You felt his strong rough calloused hands putting cream onto your body and it was to soothe all the markings he had made. The monster was gone and your sweet loving boyfriend was back. Once he was finished he was scooping you up in his arms and you heard the words uttered to your ears only falling asleep after tiredly saying it back. 

“I love you too Joon.”

~~

I need to take my ass to bed, what the fuck did I just write.

Cute | SLBP {Inuchiyo}

A/N - Immediately precedes Burn it Down & Tipsy

She looked cute. 

Impossibly, adorably cute, as she beamed at Hideyoshi and tried to explain in stumbling, giddy detail the process of gutting a fish. In fact, if he was being honest with himself–and he tried to be, always, in all things that didn’t involve her–he wanted nothing more than to drag her against the wood of the shop stall and kiss her senseless she looked so cute.

And then her sandal, which had been dangling precariously anyway as she swung her feet freely and let it hang from a single toe, fell free, and, he found instead that he wanted to pull her in his arms and keep her there forever, safe from the world that would steal her sweet smile and leave only scars. She swayed like bell when she reached for fallen shoe and his heart stopped. His hand flying out to snatch the cup away from her and he found himself scowling ferociously upon discovering it was empty. Even worse, so was the bottle next to it. The scowl folded into dark fury as he decided whose fault that was, “Damnit, Hideyoshi, what the hell are you thinking, letting her get drunk?" 

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Bite Me. Dean Winchester.

Request:  Can you please do a Dean x reader smut, where the reader is a vampire and Dean has feelings for her, and she likes him too, but he doesn’t know. Then Dean and Sam return a little injured from a hunt and the reader sees Dean shirtless (because he was stitching a wound or something, I don’t know) and she just loses it and kisses him,that leading to smut. Also, it would be amazing if Dean lets the reader drink his blood while they are having sex,and he kind of enjoys the pain(if it’s not too weird)

Triggers: Smut. Blood/Injury Kink. Biting.

Word Count: 2021

Enjoy ;D



“You sure you guys will be okay?” You asked, getting a bit antsy as your eyes flashed slightly.

Dean smiled to you and shuffled your hair. “Relax, Y/N. We got this. Just be sure to draw the curtains in so you don’t burn up.”

“It’s not like that, Dean,” You growled, playfully flashing your fangs at them.

Dean waved his fingers playfully at you. “Oh, what? Gonna bite me?” He teased. Sam smacked his chest to which you snickered as your fangs retracted. “Seriously though. Try to get some rest, Y/N. You were busting ass pretty hard.”

“Just be careful. If anything happens, call. I mean it.”

“We’ll be fine,” Sam said before kissing your head. You smiled as his scent hit your nose. “Stay inside.”

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A Crossroad Deal (1)

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After getting out of a long term relationship, you try to move on with your life. However, having spent the last three years unavailable, you are not sure you know how to get back out there again, let alone if you even want to. That is, until you meet Jeon Jungkook, the barista at your college coffee shop. He is more than happy to help you wet your toes in the dating scene again, but at what cost?

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: A little of everything

Word Count: 7k

College!Jungkook, somewhat FuckBoy!Jungkook

Warning: language

A/N: The genre is for the whole story over all and not just this chapter. There will be fluff scenes scattered within chapters though. The story starts off slow but picks up with the more chapters added! I hope you enjoy =)


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I wanna go somewhere where midnight looks like dusk, powder blue and ripe with electricity, begging for the snap of firecrackers, the sulfuric taste of gunpowder. Breathing in the smoke of you, the velvet charm of you, the silk woven in your words. Five hundred thread count lies. Unborn somewhere spanning oceans, licking up the flames that burnt the salt out of your wounds. “Take me to the desert,” she says, and so I do. “Nothing like a pink sky.” Nothing like the whites of your eyes. White lies. Rolling back, arched, painstaking, relief. You’re always falling in love with everything— but only a little bit. I’m always watching you out of the corner of my eye, memorizing your moves. Thinking of all the ways I could devastate you.

But only a little bit.

Humans are dramatic

So there are a LOT of posts talking about how little things we do/can do/have as part of our biology terrify the rest of the sapient universe. But I haven’t seen much about how some of us try to be INTENTIONALLY terrifying. And I’m not talking about wearing intimidating armor or masks. 

I’m talking about Terminator walking toward your fleeing foe, dragging the blade of a sword along the floor. The act of laughing in the face of dangerous or bigger foes. Standing above the body of a fallen foe, straightening your clothing, or better yet, getting a wound like a broken nose, touching it, then licking your own blood off your hand mid-battle. 

This gets even better with the idea of humans being able to use magic or powers. Kinetic absorbers grandstanding a blow from an alien mech, stopping it with one hand, then shattering it with a single punch. “Druids” tying their foes up in conjured vines, just to mock them. Force-shielded soldiers walking out ahead of their alien comrades, and deflecting bullets/energy blasts with a sword, or just with their presence. 

Let’s face it, we have all have those moments, where all eyes are on you, and you feel like a GOD for what you are doing, be it in a videogame, a role-play, or a game of dodgeball, even if it was only for a split second. We are dramatic, because it feels good. 

Salvation.

Genre: Smut (Save me) 

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok 

Word Count: 1.3k-ish 

Tagging @writeiolite whose sweet words of encouragement turned me into a blushing mess who screamed for hours at end :) 

Originally posted by hohbi

Praise (verb): to express warm approval or admiration of.

As a child, you used to crave the words of praise from your parents. And as you grew older, you seemed to want to hear it from your teachers, your friends, all the people around you. It used to make you smile, make you want to work harder and make your heart swell with happiness.

It was something pure, ranging from a mere word to strings of sentences, but both giving you the same immeasurable joy. There was just something extraordinary about hearing things a part of you believed in about yourself from another person’s mouth that made it so much better, so much more worth it.

It was what you needed, all that you possibly wanted. It was your salvation.

Until now.

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chirabella  asked:

Top five dumbest arguments Yuuri and Victor have had?

well obviously the All Time Greatest Hit was “I thought we were going to get married and you thought I was just here to play coach until I proved I was good at everything and then leave you to lick your wounds quietly while I went back to skating AND YET you let me kiss you and gave me what I thought was an engagement ring okay new rule we have to use real words not just skating”

The other four:

  • Yuri is a generally tidy person but Victor is the type of person who says “we have to clean up before the cleaning lady gets here” “victor you literally could eat a meal straight from this floor” 
    • shirts: folded, rolled, or filed like a crazy person
    • socks: twenty pairs of white  and black ones in a bin like an animal or matched like a crazy person?
  • which is better, surreal Soviet cartoons that teach nihilism to four year olds or weirdass Japanese anime that show naked people to an audience of ditto 
  • Victor had never previously thought about the fact that he could fall in love with an Apple Person, and yet here he is, in love with someone who uses a Mac Book Air
    • “you like chromeOS,” says Yuri. “that’s like, fake Linux OS-ified for people who don’t want to understand the internet” “and yet they’re $700 less than your Mac”
  • .who has to crawl out of the warm bed to let the dog out and who gets to sleep for fifteen minutes before their cold and annoyed husband returns with the dog and puts their cold feet on them
Dutch Gothic
  • There is a windmill in the middle of the village you are visiting. You see it looming omniously over the rooftops as you drive by. It seems old. You are surprised to find it in the middle of a village while you’ve been looking for it in the countryside all day yesterday. You take a turn left. Then a turn right. You try to get to where you think the windmill will be. It is gone. You can not find it.
  • Everyone rides bicycles. There is literally more bicycles on the roads than cars. No one wears helmets. You do, and everyone gives you odd glances.
  • Everyones bicycles are old and rusty with pieces missing. They break down often. The Dutch person just sighs, gets of the roads and puts the bicycle upside down. Three minutes later they are riding again, hands covered in black grime.
  • You arranged a meeting at six am. You show up a quarter past six. The Dutch person isn’t there. You wait. They don’t come. They’d already been there at six but left ten minutes later, figuring you weren’t going to show up anymore. They are mad. They blame you. 
  • In the north by the coast there is Friesland. By car you can cross it in an hour. The people there speak Frisian. The Dutch can not understand Frisian. Not a word. They prefer English and German over Frisian any day. No one knows why the people from Friesland insist on speaking Frisian. Everyone is annoyed by this.
  • You growl when you speak. G’s rasping and R’s rattling even in the kindest sentences. The foreigners laugh at you (all but the Germans, of course). You hide your blush and lick your wounds, figuring you’re just going to speak English from now on. Everyone around you speaks English. They feel your pain. 
  • Since a few years the north has earthquakes. They are caused by the government sucking all the gas from the ground. People are fleeing from the countryside, leaving deserted ghost villages in their wake. The people from the North are mad! They keep saying they will become independent and keep all the gas for themselves. Another microcountry. As if Friesland wasn’t enough.
  • A foreign friends comes to visit. You want to cook a nice typically Dutch dish for them as a surprise. You stare at the kitchen counter blankly. All you can think of is mashed potatoes.
  • Spring comes. The people from the south go crazy. The names of all cities and villages are changed. Everyone dresses up in weird costumes as if to disguise or hide their whole land. From what? You wonder. You cross the river northwards. Suddenly it is silent. Everything has gone back to normal.
  • The winter comes. There is no elfstedentocht. Everyone panics anyway, especially in Friesland.
  • There are five small islands off the coast. You have always gone to one of these islands on day trips with your family. You know every single road on this particular island like the back of your hand. You know every rabbit by name. You know nothing about the other islands. You won’t go there. Ever.
  • No one talks about the ocean. Everyone knows it is there, but it has been a threat for so long everyones fear has dimmen and dulled. Like a looming apocalypse that keeps being postponed. Uninteresting. 

Once More, With Feeling: Part Two

Summary: You’re essentially Buffy Summers, a young girl fighting vampires and other supernatural beings. You’re dragged out to a club on your night off by your friend, Margaret, when you run into two vampires.

Warnings: Vampire!Bucky, vampire kink, angst, torture

A/N: You guys requested a part two so here you go! I hope you like it :)

(~ my own shitty edit ~)


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